Hail Mary, full of grace,
& she would have been beautiful:
shimmering hair, pink bow lips.
the Lord is with thee.
There are times when the divine
disappears, leaving us blind.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
or at least stranded in shadow,
away from the rays of His radiance.
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
your son & watched the world
gain a savior.
Holy Mary, mother of God,
knowing the weight of His bleeding
limbs in your tired hands?
pray for us sinners,
I need to know He was human.
Maybe not like me, but all the same.
now and at the hour of our death.
Watching her gasp out a last breath
was agony for both of us.
Caitlin Johnson is the Managing Editor of CAIRN: The St. Andrews Review. Additionally, she holds a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing from Lesley University. Her work has appeared in Charlotte Viewpoint, Fortunates, Pembroke Magazine, Vagina: The Zine, and What the Fiction, among other outlets.